Haider is exhausted.

Yazehra, Yazehra, Yazehra
My chest is burning with cold sighs
My breath is in pain
God has taken my armpits
Look what your heat did to Haider
Haider is crazy, the world is crying
I am alone, Zahra, my soul is your sacrifice
Our cries are like this
From tonight, the house without you is deaf and blind
You yourself are Ali’s place in front of the orphans
How can you wash away all this blood
My eyes are burning, my hands are shaking
My legs were shaking when I was in front of you
Haider is crazy, the world is crying
I am alone, Zahra, my soul is your sacrifice
Let it rain, let it rain without Zahra
Essam will be my Zulfiqar from tonight
As a token of our Zainab’s prayer
I will bring a handful of the soil from your grave
Our eyes are bleeding from the prayer
I will come home on Salman’s shoulder
Haider is crazy, the world is crying
I am alone, Zahra, my soul is your sacrifice
Your Hussein has an impatient eye
Your soil has flooded
In the hope that you will sprinkle water
An empty container of water has been brought
She is in a bad mood until morning
Your grave soil or a pit
You are gone, the state of my heart is ruined
Happiness after you is a mirage for me
Hussein no longer has any desire for you
My heart is for Hussein in the Kaaba
You are gone, I am melting away
Your prayer tent, I have set it on fire
She cries every day and is restless at night
Look, Zeinab is no longer calm
Hussein cannot calm down after your bath
You do not know what she is like and how she is
One day, when she passed out in the pit
You see her body being trampled